Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 105: The Curtain Rises, the Demon Cult Advances Eastward
In the martial arts world, not only Li Muchan and his group received the news, but all directions were in an uproar after learning about it.
Whether it is water or land, every day, every night, every moment, there are troops and forces galloping across the country. They are all on the road, some are rushing to help others, seeking help from others in order to save themselves; some are busy transferring their property and foundation to protect their wives and children.
There are also people who are ambitious and stubborn, who raise their own banners and gather together.
Some people even feel that they have no hope of survival and have gone crazy , killing innocent people indiscriminately, robbing and looting, hoping to indulge themselves before they die.
The weather is getting colder day by day, and the situation in the martial arts world is becoming clearer day by day.
At this point, with the help of invisible big hands, all forces have been divided into four.
They are the "Green Dragon Society", the "Golden Money Gang", various white forces, the five major sword sects, and the "Excalibur Villa" recommended by many martial arts families; finally, there are the major green forest roads in the south and north of the Yangtze River, as well as a group of lone travelers, and the "Peacock Villa" to which various underworld giants depend.
After the battle on the Yellow River, the third young master of Shenjian Villa became more and more famous, and he was on the verge of being revered as the "Sword God". His heroic demeanor amazed the whole world.
This rare genius, who seemed to be loved by both heaven and earth, has finally shined and attracted the attention of many people.
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Just when the whole martial arts world was about to be murderous and the situation was turbulent, Peacock Villa welcomed the first snow of the year.
In the white snow, Li Muchan turned his wrist and elbow, raised his palm, and the snowflakes on the ground floated up like wisps of silk ribbons, following the momentum and moving with the strength, moving between heaven and earth.
The petals of red plum blossoms blooming in the forest were flying, some breaking free from the branches, some rising from the ground, and merging into the flying snow, just like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, gathering towards Li Muchan.
However, as the palm force became more rapid, the flying flowers and flowing snow began to roll and surge, and soon it seemed to turn into a hurricane and a torrent, turning from soft to hard, from slow to fast. The frenzied palm force swept in all directions, and the red plum blossoms in the wind and snow turned into cold knives and swords in the blink of an eye.
Li Muchan took advantage of the situation and took both hands together . His eyes suddenly gleamed with a gleam of light. All the flying flowers and snow in the sky were gathered into his arms, turning them into a huge snowball with a diameter of three feet. He then pushed his palms and sent it through the air.
The snowball suddenly spun out and hit a mountain wall several feet away.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, like winter thunder.
When the noise settled, a palm print suddenly appeared on the stone wall, several inches deep and with clear outlines.
Unknowingly, his skills have improved to this level.
"Huh!" Li Muchan let out a long breath, "The inner strength method in the Heavenly Buddha Scroll is indeed extraordinary."
Who would have thought that this mental method could have the miraculous effect of changing muscles and meridians? The more you practice it, the deeper the feeling will be.
Ye'er stood aside, her little face red from the cold, her big bright eyes blinking.
"Uncle, are my parents good-looking?" the girl asked crisply.
"It must be beautiful, just like..." Li Muchan gathered his warm cotton sleeves and brushed off the snowflakes that fell on his flannel collar. His eyes were clear, "As beautiful as me."
He smiled calmly and said, "Remember to practice the skills I taught you just now. Well, it's okay if you don't want to practice. Anyway...anyway, as long as I'm alive, no one will be able to bully you."
Ye'er was wearing a floral jacket and a pair of deerskin boots. She didn't understand what he meant, but smiled innocently and said, "Uncle wants me to practice, so I will practice."
After spending some time together, the two of them were no longer unfamiliar with each other and became much closer. Li Muchan gave almost all the best things, including food, clothing and daily necessities, to the child.
Ye'er followed him every day and kept asking him about his parents.
Li Muchan originally wanted to ask Ye'er if she could remember some things that happened before, but the child might have suffered a great danger and completely lost her memory. She only remembered that it was Kong Que who picked her up and that there was an uncle who appeared out of nowhere.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the voice of the goddess of bliss suddenly floated in. The weather was cold, so the girl wore more clothes, dressed like a Miao girl. The crisp jingling of her jewelry was very pleasant to the ears, and brought a fragrance like orchid and musk, intoxicating the soul. "I don't know what kind of good fortune this girl has, to be so cherished by the young master, it's really enviable."
The goddess of bliss also took a glance at the palm print on the wall, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and then she smiled charmingly and said, "Sir, what you want has been cast."
Li Muchan's eyes lit up, and he took Ye'er towards the Meteorite Dragon Valley.
Different from the deserted scene when they came here last time, the Meteorite Dragon Valley is now bustling with activity. The five elders are leading a group of their disciples, working furiously to make hidden weapons, with people coming and going.
Qiu Shuiqing assisted from the side, and people from the thirty-six caves secretly kept an eye on the movements in all directions.
As soon as they entered the valley, they saw from a distance that Kong Que and Zhong Da were arguing with each other with red faces. The old man and the young man were blowing their beards and glaring at each other, each holding a strange weapon in their hands that looked like a knife but not a knife, and like a sword but not a sword, as if they were about to fight.
Seeing Li Muchan coming, Zhong Da immediately opened his voice and shouted, "Sir, you came at the right time. Let's take a look. Which one is stronger, the one I forged or the one forged by the Kong family kid?"
Kong Que curled his lips and said, "Although you are of a higher generation, the younger generation will always outpace the older generation."
As they were arguing, the two men, not knowing whether they were really angry or not, clashed with their weapons.
"bass!"
As a ball of sparks flew out, the two swords broke free from the control of the two men and soared into the sky. Amid a burst of exclamations, the two swords merged into one with a "bang", then turned over and flew rapidly, turning into a stream of green light, flying sideways towards Li Muchan's chest.
The reason for this is that he holds the "Daxia Dragon Bird" in his hand.
Li Muchan's eyes were filled with surprise. He waved his sleeve to push Ye'er away. He raised the long sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword in the air. The two swords that had been combined into one immediately separated again and inserted diagonally into the ground, shaking continuously.
He was about to pull them out, but Zhong Da hurried over and stopped him in a deep voice, "Sir, these two swords look like they can devour their masters. This is not a good sign. They are clearly vicious weapons. In my opinion, it is better to melt them down and recast them."
"It's okay, it's fine." Li Muchan put the Dragon Bird back on his waist, stretched out his hands with interest to pull out the two strange swords in front of him, and felt the weight in his hands, "It weighs eight pounds and nine ounces, and the sword is three feet and seven inches long. You two have good skills."
The two swords, one made by Zhong Da and the other by Kong Que, unexpectedly fit perfectly. From a distance, one sword shone with a brilliant green light, and the other shone with a brilliant silver light. The handle and blade were both dark green, and the whole body was simple and undecorated, very similar to the ring-handled sword, with a narrow body and straight blade, slender and straight.
But there are still some differences between the two swords. The difference lies in the blade spine, which has a hidden mystery and can be connected and combined into one.
When separated they become a knife, and when combined they become a sword, but the knife can become a sword and the sword can also become a knife.
However, in addition to this rare weapon, there is another thing.
The remaining four elders had been waiting for a long time. They carefully took out a black box as if it were a treasure.
Seeing the box, everyone looked at Li Muchan with curiosity, hope and desire, as if waiting for him to unravel the mystery inside.
However, Li Muchan just pressed the box without any action. Instead, he smiled at everyone and said, "Why are you looking at me? I don't want to use this thing. I'm leaving it for someone else."
Ignoring everyone's regretful expressions, he asked again, "How is the progress of the rush production going?"
Qiu Shuiqing seemed to realize something and said in a deep voice: "As of today, 319 pieces have been cast."
Li Muchan smiled, with a light in his eyes that was sharper than a sword: "Alright, you can stop now, and prepare to deal with this disaster with all your strength."
Qiu Shuiqing nodded heavily: "Okay!"
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The ninth day of December.
morning.
It was extremely rare that heavy snow fell simultaneously in both the north and the south.
In the wind and snow, fast horses and flying pigeons rushed to the Central Plains in the terrifying atmosphere, and rested on the big hands that held power.
In an instant, murderous intent spread across the world, sweeping in all directions.
In Peacock Villa, Li Muchan, dressed in a black robe, stood by the window, like a statue of a god.
He looked at the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, his eyes passing through the rolling dark snow curtain, holding a secret order in his hand.
Behind Li Muchan were Ji Le Tian Nu, Qiu Shui Qing and Kong Que; there were also people hiding in the dark, with no visible faces or identities, as if they were waiting for something.
Li Muchan finally stopped laughing. He took the sword, wrapped himself in a fox fur cape, and said without turning his head: "Everyone, the time has come, follow me to the battlefield."
The secret letter was blown away by the wind, and there were only five words on the paper:
[The Demonic Cult Moved Eastward]
